I Got This
How I Changed My Ways and Lost What Weighed Me Down
An honest and inspirational story of dreaming big, winning big, and losing big, by one of today’s most-beautiful voices and brightest Hollywood stars.
Exciting, inspirational, and honest, I Got This is Jennifer’s journey from a girl growing up on Chicago’s South Side to performing on the American Idol stage, where she heard not one but numerous remarks about her look not being right for stardom.
Tired of always trying to look the part, and raising a son for whom Jennifer wanted to set a good example, she decided to get healthy. She would lose the weight, once and for all—not for a role, not for a record label, but for herself. Teaming up with Weight Watchers and using their PointsPlus® program, Jennifer learned how to think about food differently, and in the process, changed her life for the better. In I Got This, she’ll show you how she embraced Weight Watchers as a realistic, healthy way of life and helps anyone who has ever suffered from a weight problem to do the same.
“Jennifer! Over here!”
“Jennifer, look this way.”
“No, over here!”
“Jennifer, turn to the right!”
I always dreamed of someday walking the red carpet in Hollywood.
Let’s be real. It’s fun. Everyone there is shouting out your
name just to get a glimpse of what you’re wearing. The press asks
you to pose, wave, and smile as they snap photo after photo, with flashes popping so bright you can hardly see. It’s a moment in time a girl feels truly beautiful. And on this particular night, I thought
I was looking fierce.
It was one of my first red– carpet events. I was a contestant on
American Idol, and was living my dream of singing for millions of
people on the highest– rated show on television. I was a long way
from singing in church and talent shows on the South Side of Chicago. I was excited, taking in the red– carpet finery for the first
time. I felt on top of the world.
“Jennifer, are you insecure about being a ’big girl’ in Hollywood?”
That is, until that question.
Oh, hell no. She didn’t just ask me that.
But she did.
It took me a minute to figure out who the reporter was actually
Who, me? I thought. Insecure?
Surely, she wasn’t addressing me that way. I had the height of a
supermodel, breasts that were naturally big and real, and a Godgiven
shape. Why would I feel insecure about that? I looked around
hoping to spot another Jennifer— an insecure “big” girl, but there
wasn’t anyone else there.
Like Randy Jackson said to me after my American Idol audition:
“Welcome to Hollywood, girl!”
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